If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with metry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
Interpretation
This quote speaks to the deep connection between love and the beauty of nature, suggesting that love is fundamental and transformative.
In this quote, William Butler Yeats expresses the idea that love is rooted deeply within us, metaphorically represented by a holy tree that grows in the heart. The imagery illustrates how love brings forth joy and creativity, manifesting in the beauty of nature and music, while also providing a sense of peace and stability, highlighting love's profound impact on our existence.
In practice
In a wedding speech, one might quote this to express the beauty of love in a relationship.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.
The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
Bodies count, of course - they count more than we're willing to admit - but we don't fall in love with bodies, we fall in love with each other. We all know that, but the moment we go beyond a catalogue of surface qualities and appearances, words begin to fail us, to crumble apart in mystical confusions and cloudy, unsubstantial metaphors.
For me, physical love has always been bound to an irresistible feeling of innocence and joy. Thus, I cannot love in tears but in exaltation.
When we were together, I loved you deeply and you gave me so much happiness I can never repay you.
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